Authors Note: Yeah, yeah, I'm still making Clarion Call... but then this popped up so there ya have it! The first ever Corrie/Warriors fic on this website. The first two chapter will be about coronation street over all, but then I'm just focusing on Sophie and Sian. Try and guess who the cats are based on! Some are blatantly obvious. But anyways, this will keep going until I get bored of the storyline. So whatevs. Starts in the April 2010 storylines. You also might get annoyed, 'cos Blossompelt and Leafheart are gonna have those accents the whole way through. Enjoy! :)

CHAPTER 1

"You know you won't me mateless for long. Just cos' Blossompelt dumped you, the other she-cats'll be lining up to become your new mate!" Leafheart mewed to the young black tom who stood just over the WindClan border from her. "Who knows, maybe Shrewheart will be next on your list!" she teased him, jabbing a paw playfully at his chest.

Rooktalon laughed and the two young cats briefly rubbed cheeks. Then Rooktalon leaned forwards quickly and planted his lips on Leafheart's and fell in towards her. The surprised she-cat blinked in surprise and recoiled.

"Whooah! What y' think your doin'?" she hissed and backed away quickly from the young tom, shock showing clearly in her bright green eyes.

"You asked for it!" Rooktalon yelled after her, and then he slumped onto the ground thinking now what have you done, mousebrain?

Leafheart ran back to camp, thoughts whirling round her head. Blossompelt, my best friend in the whole forest, just dumped her mate. Then her mate comes over and plants one on me! Its forbidden! We are in different clans, what was that mousebrain thinking?

Streamstar was curled up around his beloved mate, Leopardsong, when their daughter (well, Leopardsongs' apprentice, not daughter) Berrypaw called into the leader's den.

"Can I come in?" Came her sweet young voice.

"Of course sweetie" Streamstar called back. Berrypaw stepped in and lay down next to her father, their pelts mingling, dark brown against blue.

"Father? Are you and Leopardsong ever going to have kits?" she asked shyly, her head cocked, her eyes curious.

Streamstar and Leopardsong exchanged awkward glances and Leopardsong mewed "You see, sweetheart, I can't have kits. I can't help it, but when I was a kitten, when I lived with the twolegs, they... got me fixed"

"What does that mean?" Berrypaw, who had only just turned an apprentice, squeaked, her voice rising.

"The cutter- have you heard of the cutter?" Berrypaw nodded "Well, the cutter made it so I couldn't have kits." The beautiful golden she-cat shared a sad glance with her mate and bowed her head.

"Does that mean I'll never have a sister?" gasped Berrypaw, tensing.

"No honey, we will get one somehow. I swear on StarClan" Streamstar vowed to his daughter. He knew how much she wanted a sister to guard and defend in danger, and be with as it grew up. The little apprentice would be heart-broken if she never got one. Leopardsong gave a mate a questioning look. Where on earth would they get a kitten, just like that?

A full moon hung high in the sky. Two cats lay amongst a massive group of cats, mewing in hushed voices to eachother.

"Where's Toadfoot? He's usually with to you. You're as close as two poppy seeds in a leaf-wrap." The older one, a stooped red she-cat, greying around the muzzle mewed.

"Robinclaw told me he was looking after Honeyfeather. She has whitecough" the other cat mewed, a plump black medicine she-cat named Elmberry.

"Oh, I hope its not to bad. Did Robinclaw tell you by any chance how bad it was?" the dark red she-cat asked curiously. Her name was Vixentail.

Elmberry's voice lowered with suspicion. "Why, are RiverClan planning an attack on WindClan?"

"No, of course not!" Vixentail exclaimed, her tail twitching. "I'm just curious. Its sad when young cats get ill"

Elmberry's eyes narrowed, but the bristling fur on her neck flattened all the same. "We all heard you and Snowytail disputing the other night. What was that about, hmm?"

"Oh, nothing. She was just getting at me about Redfur, that's all." Vixentail mewed darkly, glaring at the mutton-dressed-as-lamb she-cat sitting some distance behind her. "The cat ought to be run down by a monster, that's all I say"

"I hope it dosen't ruin your friendship. You've been like sisters ever since I knew you both" Elmberry mewed sincerely. The elderly medicine cat could see that the two elders weren't on best terms on the moment, and about more than just Redfur.

At another part of the gathering, Rooktalon had Leafheart cornered. "Have you spoken to Blossompelt at all?" he demanded, quite desperately.

"Whatsit to you?" the sleek young she-cat mewed witheringly, her eyes dark.

"Please, Leafheart! Have you said anything about... y' know, last night?" Rooktalon asked nervously.

"No. Not yet, anyway" Leafheart said in her strong accent. A strong, strange accent which only she and Blossompelt shared.

"Good. I'm gonna make it up to her somehow. I love her, I really do!" Rooktalon turned and bounded away into the large group of cats surrounding the four leaders perched on the great tree.

"You 'ave a funny way of showin' it!" Leafheart yowled after him, as Flametail of ShadowClan stalked up to her. He was a young, well built ginger tabby with an accent similar to Leafheart's, but no where near as strong.

"What were that all about, then?" he said in his slightly dumb, deep mew. "Y' seem all worked up about something, Leafheart" Him and Leafheart were brilliant friends. They were born around the same time, and although they were in different clans, they were like brother and sister.

"Oh, it was nothin'. Just Rooktalon and Blossompelt have broken up, and he wants her back. She deserves better than 'im." Leafheart meowed bitterly.

"All right then. If that's it, I'm gonna go listen to the leaders. See you later," Flametail sprang away into the crowd of cat, tail held high.

Rooktalon can't get back together with Blossompelt. He's not right for her. She's not right for him. Leafheart thought, and bitter jealousy churned deep within her stomach.